Page 184 of The Pucking Wrong Man

I wanted to cry when he pulled his finger out, making a big show of licking it like it was the most delicious treat he’d ever tasted.

“I think I need more,” he growled into my ear.

Camden pushed me against the wall and dropped to his knees. Only then, did I remember how...sweaty I was. I tried to push him away, but he wasn’t having it, burying his face in my core, and breathing deeply.

My eyes squeezed shut as his mouth sealed over my clit, and then he parted my folds with his tongue, licking and sucking until my hips were fucking against his face. I forgot all about worrying, and just thought about how good he felt.

Hungry noises were spilling out of his glorious mouth, and I soaked them all in, my fingers threading through his hair as he jerked me closer.

Camden pushed two fingers in my core, curling them so he could hit that special spot inside of me. “Yes,” I moaned as he greedily sucked on my clit, his fingers pumping in and out, faster and faster.

I was blind with lust, not caring that anyone could come in. I just wanted him to keep eating me like this.

Fisting his hair, my orgasm built, my entire body beginning to convulse as I came all over his face.

Camden pushed his tongue into my slit, growling as he drank me in.

My head fell back against the wall, enjoying his leisurely licks through my folds as I came down from my pleasure.

It still wasn’t enough, though, not even close.

“Turn around,” he ordered, and a dark thrill ran down my spine at the greedy possession in his voice. “Hands on the wall. Arch your back.”

I liked this position, glancing back over my shoulder, he did too. He was staring at my bare ass in rapt wonderment.

“This fucking body,” he growled, his hands massaging my ass cheeks for a moment as he continued to stare.

Thwack! I whimpered as he suddenly spanked me before leaning over and soothing the sting with his tongue.

“You were a fucking goddess on the stage tonight,” he breathed against my skin. He straightened, his hands caressing my back. “I can’t believe your talent.”

A moment of doubt flashed inside me at his words. “You would love me without it, though, right?” I whispered as he pulled out his cock and rubbed it through my dripping folds. “Even if I didn’t dance.”

Camden abruptly thrust his cock inside me, and a low moan tore from my chest as he pushed and pushed until his hips were flush against my ass. He slid a hand to my throat, holding it possessively as he arched my back even more, until his lips could brush my ear.

“I would love you no matter what, baby girl,” he growled. “If I had to give up everything to have one day with you—one minute—I would do it. I worship the ground you walk on, not just for your beauty or your talent, but for you. The way you fixed something inside me the second I saw you. The way you complete me in a way I never could have imagined. I love the way you smile, the way you breathe...fucking everything. You own my soul, Anastasia. And if you decided to never dance again right this fucking second...none of that would change.”

His grip tightened on my throat, and a solitary tear slid down my face. Somehow, every day with him was better than the last.

“Do you trust me yet?” he rasped as he slowly slid his dick in and out, root to tip so I felt every single inch of him. “I know I have this body now, but do I have all of this perfect fucking heart?”

He thrust in hard, catching me off guard with the sudden change in rhythm.

“Do I, baby girl?”

My breathing turned ragged and harsh as his hips slammed against mine in earnest. “I own this body, but you own all of me. Everything I do, I do for you, Anastasia. So tell me, please,” he growled, “do I own you too?”

The dark room was filled with the sounds of flesh smacking together. My hips pushed back at him, wanting everything he was willing to give me. His words were like drugs, spreading pleasure through my veins.

His hand tightened on my throat, and I came, my core tightening around his cock, sparks of ecstasy shooting across my skin.

“Answer me,” he rumbled over my hoarse cries.

“Yes, yes, you own me, every part of me,” I gasped.

“Forever?” He thrust hard, one, two more times, and then his low groan filled the room as his cock pulsed inside me, pumping his warm cum into my desperate pussy.

“Forever.” I sank back against him, content for him to hold me up. I’d just put up the performance of a lifetime and then gotten fucked against a wall—my legs, especially my injured one, could use a break.

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